At dawn , the wolves came over to the foxes caves and said “ You foxes better leave because your fox pups are annoying  us and we want peace and quiet! If you don’t leave now we will eat your fox pups and be our lunch. We will get some peace and quiet.” The fox pups were frightened  and wanted to leave their habitat , they told their mum that they wanted to leave. Their mum said “Ok but be safe passing to wolf mountains  because there could be anything out there. Go to the Safe Caves because no one owns it so you can go there.”

The mum hugged her fox pups in tears. Scared, the fox pups,who are called Minis , Maya and baby Moni are super close  to the Wolf Mountains . At midnight, baby Moni was really tired. She started  cryingand she started to throw herself on the floor. Luckily, she  is a strong baby. Maya tried to calm her down but she didn’t stop crying. Minis was worried that they were going to get caught because they were in the middle of Wolf Mountains . Moni started to sleep but she couldn’t sleep in that time, it was in the middle of the night they could get eaten while they‘re sleeping. Minis and Maya  want to wake her up but what if she makes a huge tantrum when they woke her up.

Will they wake baby Moni without her making a tantrum and make it to the Safe Caves and survive in the same time?

What is pretty, a painting full of colour on the news, stars glistening in the midnight sky, a rainbow unicorn flying with sparkling wings.

What is ugly? A bald skinny cat shivering in the streets, black tears falling down a woman’s cheek, a brown dull flower bowing sadly.

What is cruel? A girls birthday party nobody cares about, a gargantuan party you weren’t in invited to , nobody litening to you.

What is fantastic? Eid being three days ,my cousins coming to visit us a few times a week, my sister being exited about her birthday.

What is hot? My mum’s chilly somosa, my big brothers homemade pancake that just came out of the pan, my sisters burning flames coming out of her ears. 

What is cold? My ice cream that fell off my stick now on my bowl and the bottom of my bowl is now freezing, my  auntie’s fridge handle feel like the Arctic, my sisters hand when she just touched snow.

What is memorable? Eid being celebrated with all my family and cousins, Me and my family going to the fun fair, my autism brother saying words all by himself.

What is embaressing ? My brother screaming and dropping himself on the floor, my sister making a tantrum about toys, my brother making a tantrum about chocolate.

What is hard? My sister Sundus’s slime that had been left out for 2 days, my baby cousin Afnaan’s book stiff and it only has 3 pages,and my autism brother Abdiwali’s laptop.

What is soft? My own slime that I got on Eid, my aunties baby Mohammed’s cheek, my squishy that my sister got me for secret Eid.

I have never flew to the gigantic Jupiter ,but I have travelled to Moqdisho in Somalia

I have never walked in Disney land in America , but I have strolled in London Fun Fair.

I have never had a set of wings but I have had a set of fake fairy wings.

I have never drank carbondioxide but I have swollowed water.

I have never glided in the North Pole , but I have slid on snow. 

I have never ran 100 miles with now water in Hampsted Heath, but I have sprinted 14 metres in front of my house.

I have never stolen the Queens jewels, but I have stolen my mum’s phone.

I have never met a fariy, but I have met my cousins.

I have never ridden  a dragon but I have ridden a bumpercar in my local fun fair.

I Want To Paint 

I want to paint

A soft scrumptious samosa sizzling in the pan,

A little light lizard listening for a predator ,

A huge heroic human hearing the cry of help.

Chorus :

I want to paint 

I want to paint 

I want to paint 

without constraint!

I want to paint,

A beautiful glittery hen with giant ,violet 

wings like eagle wings plotted with violet paint,

A tiny pebble skimming through the river like lightning,

A fierce lion awaiting for his prey.

Chorus

I want to paint a box made of fantasy,

A treacherous tiger waiting to pounce,

And a light lorry full of metal and very easy to use .

Chorus

I want to paint 

A silent room full of destruction,

A perfect story full of missing bits,

And a dictionary full of confusion.

Chorus 

I want to paint,

A bush, spiky like a hawaiian coconut tree,

Glitter on a black board like stars in Africa 

And crunchy sand like snow Antartica.